Yesterday I experienced one of those feel-good moments :-) 

We were at the ENT’s office, finally getting the Wacks cleared out of the T-Bot’s ears. Yes, it did take us six weeks to get an appointment.

This was a new ENT for us. There was nothing wrong with our old ENT except for the fact that she was not a pediatric ENT and her idea of child-friendly was to repeat irritably “It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt” over and over while he screamed. So we decided to try someone else.

Our new ENT, our pediatric ENT, didn’t seem any more comfortable with the screaming - and let’s face it, who would be - but you did sort of get the feeling that he had been there before. At least maybe once before…

But I digress. At this point in the story we had not yet laid eyes on said new ENT, and were just going through the paperwork with his assistant, giving medical histories etc etc. It was going very smoothly, mostly because the assistant actually read through the forms I had spent 20 minutes filling out, rather than just asking random questions that I had already painstakingly answered. Oh, I am sorry, I veered off path again, there is just so much to be said about doctors’ assistants… 

So, to get to the point: there he is working through his list of questions, casually ticking off boxes while the T-bot chatters away in the background and without missing a beat he says “Well, there is obviously nothing wrong with his speech and language”.

To which I replied, nay stuttered: “n-na-n-n….no”

But really I just wanted to jump up and kiss him.